Ezra let out a nervous laugh. "Ahaha, yeah, let's go that... way..." He stared at the sight before him, of a bed conveniently sized for two, before shaking his head and staring again. The bed that hadn't been there before hadn't moved. Casting his eyes around for an alternative, the lance-bearer's eyes lighted on a chair and a footrest.
He turned back to Saber and pointed over to the set. "How about over there?"
War silently regarded his sister and listened to her tale, the fire rising and falling as it unraveled. She was certainly more relaxed than what he knew, what he had been born knowing.
"Very few ask for me as well, Sister. We are the same in that... though there are always those that revel in us."
With a swift motion his sister pulled off her hood and grabbed his own hat, placing it on her head in a slightly mocking gesture. He chuckled at her words, multicolored eyes staring into her own gray ones. "It is true. I could not truly exist without you to give me weight. As for the girl... she is with you, Sister. She embraced you long ago. But, if you truly want to know, it began some time ago."
He shifted in his seat, staring at his sister with level eyes. In truth, he preferred this form to her true one, though his own was not nearly as well kept as his human shell. "She did not feel me, no matter what I tried. She was not affected by me, could not be touched by me... eventually, she simply followed me. To every field, every plains, every burning town and unexpected raid that she could reach, she followed. Eventually, she truly met me, and I allowed her to stay by my side until she could no longer walk with me," His eyes were clouded, remembering days long past. "And that was that."
He inclined his head towards his sister, bemused at her existence in this space.
"I am surprised that you know them well enough to desire them - at least, as they understand it."